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Newton had touched off a spark of guilt in him. Davey was fanning it into a roaring blaze.
    “Yeah, I guess,” Davey said, sounding defeated. He started for the stairs.
    “Where are you going? I thought you said dinner was almost ready.”
    That steady gaze met his. “I don’t think I’m very hungry anymore.”
    As David stared after him, his son plodded up the stairs as if he carried the weight of the world on his narrow shoulders.

Chapter Three
    “S o, boss, how’d it go with your new client?” Zelda inquired on Monday afternoon when Kate finally reached the office after a long, frustrating morning in court. Zelda grinned. “Filed his divorce papers yet?”
    Already irritable, Kate wasn’t amused by her secretary’s lighthearted attitude. She put aside the stack of messages on her desk and scowled as she searched for the Winthrop file. “It’s not a joke, Zelda. Not to me and certainly not to Davey.”
    Zelda looked hurt by the reprimand. “I know that. But you have to admit it’s pretty unusual. You’re not really going through with it, though, are you? He’s just a kid. That Orlando case might have set a precedent, but I doubt the courts are going to start granting divorce decrees for disgruntled kids the way they do for adults.”
    “In some cases, they may be justified,” Kate said, thinking of the way David Winthrop had deliberately distanced himself from his son. She wasn’t at all convinced he could mend his ways, even if he genuinely wanted too. She’d never much believed in behavioral changes brought on by the threat of legal action, either. They seldom lasted past the final court date.
    “You didn’t like Davey’s father much, did you?” Zelda guessed.
    Kate didn’t waste time reminding her that she wasn’t the one who had to like David Winthrop. He was Davey’s father and it was obvious the boy loved him. Her own reaction wasn’t all that clear-cut. “You sound surprised,” she said.
    “It’s just that I’ve read about his father. He sounded like an okay guy. He’s some bigwig in the movies. I think he’s even won an Oscar.”
    Kate glanced up from the notes she’d made after her meeting with David Winthrop. “He has? For what?”
    Zelda shook her head in dismay. “For a woman born and raised in Hollywood, you don’t know zip about the movie business, do you?”
    “Who has time for movies? Just tell me. What does David Winthrop do?”
    “Set design, sometimes on those comic-book action pictures, but mostly on the big sci-fi movies. His newest one has everyone in town talking. I think it’s called
Future Rock.
Every reporter in town is trying to sneak a look at his sketches.”
    Kate recalled all the designs pinned to his office walls. “Oh, yeah, I guess that’s what he was working on when I was there Friday night.”
    Zelda’s turquoise eyes grew round. “You actually got into his office? You saw the designs?”
    “I suppose,” she said, unable to work up nearly as much excitement over those as she had over the unusually dark and mysterious color of the man’s eyes. Still she made a mental note about David Winthrop’s professional life. Surely the fantasy worlds he created would be fascinating to a ten-year-old boy. Perhaps those could provide a bridge between him and his son.
    “So what’d they look like?” Zelda demanded, perching on the corner of her desk, her face alight with curiosity.
    Kate shrugged. “I didn’t pay much attention.”
    Zelda groaned. “Do you realize what it would do for my social life if I could say that I know someone who saw those designs?”
    Kate chuckled. “Well, that much is true.”
    “Sure, but who’d believe me if I couldn’t even describe one? Come on, boss, surely you can remember some little detail.”
    “Afraid not.”
    Disappointment washed across her secretary’s face. “What’s he like?” she asked finally. “I mean, really. Be objective.”
    Kate glanced up again. “Objective about what?”
    “David